It is not he who forms idols in gold or marble that makes them gods, but he who kneels before them.
A man never stands as tall as when he kneels to help a child.
For what is a man, what has he got? If not himself, then he has naught. To say the things he truly feels, and not the words of one who kneels.
The believing man does not claim to understand. He falls to his knees and whispers, "God. " The man of earth kneels also, but not to worship. He kneels to examine, to search, to find the cause and the how of things.
Life's wildest moment---she kneels on the sidewalk. Everything else she does is lies, lies.
He who kneels the most, stands the best.